i had to pull out his resume for those that don't know

anonymous asked:

Hi!!! I was wondering if you could do how rfa+v+Saeran would react to seeing old self harm scars on MC or MC relapsing? I am almost 1 year clean from Self harming but today is one of those bad days I get urges to do it. If you don't feel comfortable doing this it's okay :) Hope you have a good day and keep working hard 💪🏼❤

i’m so proud of you for staying clean so long, i know how hard it is!! i have scars myself from 1-2 years ago, so this was comforting for me to write as well :) i hope it helped you feel a bit better, remember that you deserve being happy! ❤ i’m always here if you need someone to talk to 

Trigger warning: self harm

Zen (this turned out really long whoops)

  • A lot of his fans were jealous of you, so you got a lot of hate for being “to ugly and fat for Zen”
  • You were home alone as he was at rehearsal, so he couldn’t scold you for looked down at your thighs in disgust
  • They were faint, but the old scars on them gave you an idea. You hadn’t done it in a long time, but you remembered that it did feel calming to a certain degree
  • You went to the bathroom, popped out a blade from your razor, took a deep breath and let yourself feel that familiar burning
  • Suddenly you heard the front door open and Zen’s voice telling you he was home early
  • You scrambled to find something to wipe the blood away with, and ended up just messily wiping it away with a paper towel before pulling on a pair of his sweatpants and going out to greet him
  • He smiled when he saw you, then frowned
  • “Princess, I feel rude to ask, but are you on your period? You’ve got blood on your pants”
  • Shocked, you looked down and saw that the cuts appearantely were too deep for your messy wiping, so there was quickly growing blood spots on your legs
  • Zen was no stranger to people with bad mental health around him as he was a public figure, so he quickly suspected what you had done
  • When he saw that the spots got bigger his fears were confirmed, and you saw his entire face fall
  • “I-I can explain…”
  • He cupped your face and looked straight into your eyes with the saddest look you had ever seen 
  • “Listen here… I know a lot of my fans don’t treat you right, is that it?”
  • His worried stare was too intense, so you looked down with tears in your eyes and just nodded
  • He sighed and pulled you close to him, kissing your head
  • “I love you so much, it hurts me too… But harming yourself won’t do anything good, you understand that? Can I see..?”
  • Hesitantely, you nodded again and pulled down the pants so he could see, and he got down on his knees and started kissing your thighs, not caring that they were bloody
  • “I love every single part of you, you understand that? Let’s go clean and wrap this up, I will protect you. Even if it’s from yourself”


  • He convinced you to cook with him
  • You were supposed to make cookies, but the only thing you managed to make was a total mess
  • By the time you finally got them into the oven, you both had dough and flour all over from the food war you had
  • He offered to clean some up from you, and when you agreed he blushed and kissed you
  • When you smiled into the kiss because he tasted like cookie dough, he gained confidence and slowly pushed you back to the wall, where he pinned your wrists over your head
  • You moaned softly in suprise as he wasn’t usually this dominant and it was really hot I’m always a slut for dominant Yoosung
  • Wanting to see what effect he had on you he pulled away for just a second, when his eyes were pulled to where he was holding your wrists
  • The sleeves you usually made sure were always covering your scars had rolled down to your elbows, revealing all of them
  • You saw his eyes go from filled with lust to filled with worry, and you looked away from him in shame
  • “They’re all old… Right?”
  • You nodded and he sighed relieved, before he hugged you tight
  • “You mean so much for me, I don’t want you to ever feel like that again. Please talk to me if you feel bad, okay? Can you promise me that?”
  • You agreed and he kissed your head
  • “I think it’s time for cookies and cuddles”


  • You had such a crush on her, but she was either really oblivious or just didn’t like you back
  • No matter what the reason was, it really hurt and you couldn’t help but feel insecure when all of your flirting got turned down
  • You really didn’t want to stoop so low as to go back to your old self harm habits, but it was so hard
  • In addition to the fact that you lived with her, the stress of running a café and your parents not accepting that you had a crush on a girl, it all got too much for you
  • One day when she was grocery shopping, you couldn’t help but find a small knife in the kitchen, locking your bedroom door and resume your old habit
  • You tried to keep them relatively shallow so they would heal quicker and lower your risk of getting caught, but once you started you found it hard to stop
  • You sobbed softly but because of that you didn’t hear Jaehee return from the store
  • Not finding you in the couch where she left you, she wandered around the appartment untill she heard you and stopped in front of your room
  • “MC? What’s wrong?”
  • When you didn’t answer she got worried, found a spare key and unlocked the door with a warning
  • You didn’t even bother trying to hide what you were doing, you just hung your head in shame as she gasped in shock
  • “W-what do you think you’re doing? Give me that knife!”
  • She quickly took it from you, ran to the bathroom to get a first aid kit and found you full on crying on the bed
  • Putting bandages on your wrists she softly said “Shh… I don’t know why you did this and you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to, but please know that this isn’t going to make anything better”
  • When this just made you cry harder, she kissed your newly bandaged wrist
  • “I… I care way too much about you to see you like this, you should know that. Please come to me if you ever feel like this, okay? I can’t ever lose my reason for happiness”


  • Whenever the two of you made out, you would always stop him when his hands started roaming under your shirt
  • Which he thought was fair, considering that your relationship was still new and you probably just weren’t comfortable enough with him yet
  • A few weeks after you started dating he offered to take you on a vacation, figuring you needed it after the stress of the party and hacker and all that
  • With Elizabeth the 3rd safely at V’s house and a mansion by a private beach rented for the weekend, he wanted to spend some time alone with you
  • He was suprisingly fond of the beach and wanted you to take you swimming there, but you kept declining
  • Kind of upset, he asked if there was any spesific reason why
  • You shrugged it off and said that you just weren’t in the mood, that you were tired and wanted to nap instead
  • He encouraged you to do as you pleased, not showing how hurt he was that you declined his offer
  • An hour or so after you had fallen asleep, he got bored and went to check on you and saw you sleeping, your shirt riled up revealing dozens of scars on your belly
  • His heart broke when he realized that was probably why you were so insecure about intimacy and going swimming
  • Careful not to wake you up, he hovered over you on bed and kissed your stomach
  • Despite his efforts you still woke up, and squeeled suprised when you saw him practially praising your biggest insecurity
  • “Kitten, I don’t ever want to see you do this again, but please understand that I love everything about you and you have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re like a tiger, these stripes show that you are strong. Promise to not hide yourself from me anymore, okay?”


  • Yet again he was doubting your love and pushing you away
  • He yelled when you tried to hug him, not knowing that the reason why you were clingy was that you were feeling like shit and needed to be comforted
  • You knew you were overreacting when you stopped by the bathroom to get a razor before returning to your shared bed (that he rarely used), but it just hurt so much that he didn’t trust you even after months of living together
  • Taking a deep breath, you pulled the leg of your pants and traced the outline if your old scars on your shin with the razor blade
  • Seven did realize how much he had hurt you, and just to be sure he checked the security camera he had installed in your room
  • When he saw that you were hurting himself he rose from his chair and ran to the bedroom, desperate to stop you
  • “Stop what you’re doing right now!”
  • You looked at him with tears in your eyes and yelled “so now you care?!”
  • With a firm look he pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie, showing his own scars and cuts
  • Taken back, you looked confused at him
  • He just smiled sad
  • “I know life is hard, okay? I know I am a shitty boyfriend, a shitty brother, a shitty person. But that doesn’t mean you are, do you understand that? It might not seem like it right now, but I really do love you. Like, I really love you. Can we make a deal? If you try to never do it again, so will I”
  • You nodded and hugged him, both of you apologizing for not being there for each other


  • Being practically blind, he depened a lot on his touch
  • Because of this, he had really sensitive finger tips
  • As weeks passed and you got closer to the handsome photographer, you let him touch and explore more and more of you
  • His new favorite hobby was to just run his hands over your smooth skin, trying to picture exactly what you looked like
  • During a particularly steamy makeout session you were on his lap, his hand travelling up your thighs where he could feel raised lines on your otherwise close to perfect skin
  • Pulling away from the kiss and raising an eyebrow questioningly, he kept tracing the lines
  • You hesitated before you admitted that you had self harmed, and he asked you if you had any other scars
  • Nodding despite his lack of sight, you took his hand and placed it on your wrist so he could feel them
  • He smiled sad and kissed your wrist
  • “You don’t have any fresh, do you?”
  • When you confirmed that you didn’t, he held you closer and kissed your nose
  • “I like everything about you, you know? You’re human, bad things are bound to happen sometimes. You got through it though, and I’m proud of you for that. Please remember that”


  • He didn’t like to admit it, but something about you pulled him towards you
  • The way you always put up with his bursts of anger and sadness and comforted him, made him care for you more and more as time passed
  • So when he saw you sleeping on the couch, his first reacting was to smile as you looked cute and carefree
  • And as he did find you quite attractive (not that he would ever admit that), he couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over your sleeping body
  • When he saw the scars and cuts on your wrist where your shirt had riled up your arms, he got mad
  • ?? Who had dared to hurt someone as nice as you??
  • He woke you up suprisingly gently, wanting to know who he needed to kill
  • Disoriented from sleeping, you said that he didn’t need to worry but he refused to give up, so he asked his brother
  • He admitted that he had seen you harm yourself but hadn’t really figured a way to confront you about it yet
  • Saeran got even more mad and walked back to the couch where you had gotten up and was now lazily stretching
  • “Why the fuck are you hurting yourself? Explain!” he growled and pushed you against the wall
  • Stuttering and ashamed you explained that it was a way to deal with sadness, but he didn’t get it at all
  • “Giving yourself another type of pain will just make you more sad, you idiot! God, what’s wrong with you?”
  • Hearing the guy you were crushing on saying this to you and literally growling made you tear up, and you saw his expression change to one of sorrow
  • “I-I’m sorry, okay? It’s just… You’ve helped me so much and I want to return the favor, but I have no idea how to. You… You are special, I don’t want you to be sad”
  • You met his eyes and saw how sincere he was, and was suprised when he hugged you tight
  • “Please don’t ever do it again, MC”


anonymous asked:

I don't know if you are still doing trc prompts but I had this idea and I can't get it out of my head: some time after trk Blue and Henry notice the sexual tension between Adam and Ronan and they keep on betting when they will get together and don't want to tell Gansey about it bc they think Gansey would be really weird about it but then one day Blue just snaps and tells Adam and Ronan to just get together already and they are like "uhn...we are dating..."

Thank you for the prompt ♥ Ronan’s infatuation with Adam’s ass goes on. 

you can still prompt me, guys :) 

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“Ugh, look at them. Look at these two. Incredible.” Blue looks over the rim of her sunglasses. They’re heart-shaped and violet. Henry does the same, pushing his Ray Bans down the bridge of his nose, following her gaze. 

They’re at Monmouth, enjoying some late autumn sun in the parking lot. Henry insisted on putting up a heinous palm-island-shaped floatie for him and Blue to lie in “to make it feel more like summer”. Gansey is sleeping in dangerously sagging lounger next to them. 

Adam and Ronan are both bent over the Pig. The old one, not the new dream Pig. Something is wrong with it again, Adam is fixing it, and Ronan is apparently assisting.

“…all Ronan does is fuck around and stare at Adam’s ass.”, Henry comments.

Blue snorts. “True. But also his hands. Look-”

Ronan hands Adam a wrench, and their fingers brush. Adam’s lips tighten into a tiny smile and Ronan’s ear tinge pink. 

“Oh my god.”, Blue sighs, and then laughs, “…they really, really need to make out. If not to save their souls, then to save ours.” 

Henry hums in agreement. “I’d watch that porn.”

Blue slaps him. “Do you think they’ll ever figure it out?”

Henry hums again, this time less certain. “…I hope so.” He pauses, then looks to her, “…do you mind it? I mean, you and Adam-”

“Pshah.” Blue gestures, flapping her hand, “That’s so irrelevant.” 

Henry grins, a little relieved. “Good. I mean, yeah, you have me and Ganseyboy over there now to worship the ground you walk on, so-”

He breaks off when Blue rolls over on top of him, simoultaneously slapping him, laughing, and kissing him. 

He grabs her wrists. She eventually just slumps on top of him, her cheek on his chest, looking over to the soundly sleeping Gansey. His face is starting to redden. 

“…we should put sun screen on him.”, Henry says as if he’s reading her thouhts. 

Blue nods. 

After a moment, she asks: “…do you think he’d mind?” 

Henry considers the question. “Not really mind, maybe? But…” He shrugs a little. “…I think he wouldn’t know werther to get protective over Adam, or Ronan, or both of them and it’d mess with his head.”

Blue hums in agreement.


It takes two more weeks of watching Adam and Ronan flirt with each other and dance around each other for Blue to snap. 

It’s two weeks before Adam is supposed to leave for college and they’re getting Gelato. 

They sit inside the parlour, happily eating their ice cream. Gansey and Henry are eagerly discussing some extension for RoboBee, taking up the conversational space at the table. So only Blue hears it when Ronan asks Adam: “Wanna try some of mine?” 

She watches sneakily from the corner of her eye as Adam nods. Ronan uses his spoon to scrape up ice cream, a generous dollop of it, and then holds it out for Adam. Adam, without hesitation, leans in and licks it off the spoon. Ronan’s eyes are fixed on Adam’s mouth, his tongue darting out. 

“Oh my fucking goddess.” It escapes Blue, sounding exasperated. All of her boys freeze and look at her. 

“You two.” She points her spoon at Ronan and Adam, “Can you please, PLEASE just finally start dating? I can’t take all of this sexual tension!” She turns to Henry and Gansey- “Sorry, but this is driving me nuts.” 

There is a brief silence at the table, and then Ronan starts to laugh. A true, honest belly laugh, so hard that he leans back in his seat. Adam, too, starts smirking, and then laughing, and to both Blue’s and Henry’s surprise, Gansey joins in as well. 

Henry and Blue exchange a confused glance. 

“Okay, what’s so funny? Can you guys please enlighten us? It’s rude to-”

Henry’s sentence stops short in the middle of it as Adam leans across the table and pulls Ronan into a kiss. They are both still grinning. 

Gansey chuckled good-naturely. 

Henry and Blue stare.

“Oh.”, says Blue, finally.

“Oh, indeed.”, Henry agrees. Even he is too dumbfounded for a smart comment. 

“You knew?!” Blue’s voice is accusatory, and Gansey quickly holds up his hands in defense. “Don’t chew me out for it, please. I promised not to tell!” 

“Ugh!” Blue rolls her eyes in a gesture that gives Ronan a run for his money. Then she glares at Ronan and Adam. Adam smiles at her, equal parts sheepish and apologetic. Ronan has resumed eating his gelato. 

“You do realize that this makes us one of those circle of friends which consists solely of couples?”, Henry throws in. “I haven’t decided whether I find this cool or not.”

“Noone cares, Cheng.”, Ronan drawls.

“I think it’s cool.”, Gansey comments cheerily. 

Blue silently agrees as she watches Ronan’s eyes catch Adam’s, full of light and adoration.

Jinsik (M)

“Do you know what kind of cuisine we make here at Eat Jin?” Jin slowly paces back in forth in front of you, his arms crossed, and a serious expression on his face.“Our cuisine is heavily influenced by French and Italian, but we use many flavors that are prevalent in Hansik.”

Your eyes sweep the expanse of his kitchen. “It’s like your own twist on Hansik. Jin’s Hansik, or Jinsik, if you will.”

“Jinsik? I like it. You know I’m a sucker for puns.” He lets out a hearty chuckle.

Originally posted by bangtanjaemi

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader, but all members are featured

Genre: Chef!AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Summary: It has been three years since you were last in Seoul, and it has been just as long since you saw Seokjin. In that time, since graduating culinary school, you toured Europe, learning as much about the culture and cuisine as you could. Jin went on to open the most successful restaurant in Korea. When you return home, you just know that this restaurant is where you’re supposed to be. 

Word count: 12.7k

Content/warnings: Lots of swearing. Smut! 6/7 of Bangtan are complete assholes, especially Namjoon and Taehyung. 

A/N: This turned out to be a lot angrier than I intended I think I used it to let out a lot of pent up anger I had lol maybe I have issues. @jeonjiah and @showyourdesire asked to be notified when this fic comes out ☺️

You stand in front the the building’s brick facade, resume in hand, steeling yourself for what you’re about to do. It’s cold out. Though it’s late February and the promises of spring are just a few weeks away, it still feels like the dead of winter. You can see your breath as you try to steady it. The snow had stopped falling last week, but the cold that it brought in still lingers. It’s dark out. Except for the dim yellow glow of the street lamp above you, and the light streaming from inside of the window that you’re staring into. It has been a while since you’ve experienced this kind of frigidity, and even longer since you were last in Seoul.

You spent the last three years travelling all around Europe, learning the cuisine of the cultures there, adding to your culinary arsenal.  However, eventually homesickness got the better of you, and you found yourself back home in Seoul, where your love of food all began.

You stand there shivering beneath the wooden sign that perches above the door. Eat Jin, it reads. The finest restaurant in the country, owned by the best chef on this side of the Pacific. The crowd is pretty light for a Friday night, and you’re thankful. You gotta do this Y/N, you say to yourself. Now go in there before you change your mind. You swing the door open and step inside, suddenly enveloped by warmth.

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7 Minutes in Heaven

It was stupid, this whole thing was stupid.

Ryan had no idea how this had even happened. Well, fine, yes, he did know the logistics of it. It was more of the why than the how. Why he’d decided to go to this party. Why he’d agreed to this dumb game. And most importantly, why the universe hated him so much that he was now stuck in a closet with his friend and secret crush, Shane.

It had started out simple enough, with some of the Buzzfeed members having a get together. Ryan originally wasn’t even going to go, but several of his coworkers had talked him into it. He wasn’t much of a party person, but these were his friends, and hey, free food and alcohol was never a bad thing.

Except maybe it was. Keith somehow got the great idea that they should all play 7 Minutes in Heaven. Most people were tipsy enough to agree, and somehow Ryan had even gotten yoked into it. Then before he knew it, Ryan was pulling out a name from the bowl, and then somehow he was in this dimly lit closet with Shane.

“This is so stupid,” Ryan mumbled, shaking his head.

“Just one of those party games,” Shane replied with a shrug.

While Shane would admit to the game being a bit immature, it was clear he was more accepting of the situation than Ryan. Typical, really, with Ryan being the one to freak out and Shane staying calm, finding amusement in his friend’s intensity.

“It’s just dumb.” Ryan was still shaking his head. “Like we’re not thirteen years old, ya know?”

“What thirteen year olds even played this game anyway?” Shane quipped.

That made Ryan laugh, smiling for a moment. “Right?” He agreed. “I definitely didn’t.”

“Me either,” Shane said. “Would’ve been better though. Maybe at that age I wouldn’t have been worried about hitting my head on the ceiling.”

Ryan laughed again, it becoming more evident that he wasn’t as worked up with the situation as he had been. He ran a hand along his neck, looking up at Shane. “Like what’s even supposed to happen?”

“Kissing,” Shane answered. His tone was deadpan, but he was wearing a smile.

“Shut up, Shane, that’s not what I meant.” Ryan shook his head, rolling his eyes at his friend. “Like it just seems weird, I guess. Going into the closet to kiss random people. Like what’s supposed to happen afterwards, ya know?”

Shane hummed in agreement. “Dunno,” he said. “Live happily ever after? Hold hands and walk into the sunset?”

Ryan ran his hand through his hair and shrugged again. “That’s what I mean. It’s just kinda dumb. Just this whole thing. I mean, what would you even do if I kissed you?”

He’d said it as a joke. Just a way to further his point of how stupid this whole thing was. But Shane didn’t miss a beat before replying.

“I’d probably kiss you back.”

Ryan turned to fully look at Shane, blinking in confusion. “I– what?” He said.

“I said,” Shane said in a mocking, slow voice. “I’d probably kiss you back.”

“Oh.” Ryan answered, his mouth suddenly dry. His mind was spinning, thoughts running a mile a minute. This whole thing was so weird, so dumb, and yet -

Ryan found himself suddenly closing the gap between him and Shane, standing on his toes so that he could press his lips into Shane’s. Shane responded immediately, moving down to reach Ryan, a hand moving to lightly grip his waist.

The kiss deepened, both of them lost in the moment. Ryan moved his arm to wrap around Shane’s neck, pulling them closer still. He could feel his heart beating, thinking for just a second about how he was making out with his friend in this small closet, and how weird this was. How weird and yet so perfect.

After a minute, they finally pulled apart, both breathing heavily. Ryan looked up at Shane, eyes big and hopeful.

“Wow,” he murmured, not being able to stop himself.

Shane smiled brightly, huffing out a breath. “Yeah,” he said, unable to stop smiling. “Me too.”

Some shuffling noise from the outside alerted the two boys, and they were just able to compose themselves before a grinning Eugene opened the closet door.

“Time’s up!” He said. Ryan could swear the look on his face was almost knowing as he and Shane made their way out of the closet.

It wasn’t until later that night, as Shane and Ryan walked home together, that they finally got a minute alone.

“Wait, wait,” Ryan said suddenly, interrupting their conversation. “Why did you only say you’d probably kiss me back?”

Shane laughed, smirking down at Ryan as they stopped for a moment. “What can I say? I’m a man of mystery.” With that he leaned down, pressing his lips to Ryan’s for a quick kiss before resuming their walk home, hands interlocked together.

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you have done this before/if you want to do it, but could you please write smth were seven and yoosung are self-conscious about their body cause they aren't really fit and their MC is a well known model? Thank youuuuuuu

Awh :(
Smol spoilers for Seven’s ending, none for Yoosung
Seven’s is so much longer than Yoosung’s I’m sorry ;;
Smol reminder I’d love to do some Valentines themed asks~
~Mod L


Yoosung glanced at his phone, and quickly jumped out of bed, running out of his room. I can’t be late agaiiiiiin!
He quickly grabbed his bag, and ran out the door. He barely had his jacket on when he ran onto the bus, plopping down on the first empty seat he saw. He pulled out his phone, and let out a sigh of relief as he saw the bus will arrive to campus on time. He leaned his head back and felt his stomach grumble. Oh no…..

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anonymous asked:

okay but imagine before they start a sexual relationship steve has a nightmare or hears yelling and freaks out and bucky is trying to comfort him but he's flinching away & shaking & making himself as small as possible & buckys heart just breaks when the smallest most vulnerable thing he's ever heard when steve says 'please don't hurt me' as he curls in even more on himself and tries not to cry. you said steve was largely nonverbal so this is one of the first full sentences buckys heard oh my god

tbh i hate you for giving me such feels, but also, yes??? such h/c

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A/N: This is the sequel to Silence, which was far more popular than I thought it would be, so thank you all for that! This sequel was requested by @pixikinz (it’s not tagging you I’m sorry!) and a few other people that I’m having trouble finding and tagging… I’ll tag @princess-of-erebor1992 for helping me get up the courage to write it. I hope you enjoy this!

Summary: You adjust to life with Thorin’s Company, and find yourself drawn to its charismatic leader.

Word Count: 1,551

Warnings: Shirtless Thorin (shield our eyes from the beauty!!), mention of wounds

Once Thorin learned your name, he used it as often as possible. It made you feel more at home to hear your name so frequently, even if it was in a voice that did not at all sound like home. Thorin’s voice was deep and resonant, regal with a hint of wildness that you wondered if he might ever tame.

You hoped he wouldn’t.

His company had gotten better about not begging you to sing at every moment. They only asked for music every few hours, which was easier on you. Kili and Ori asked most often, the former with fluttering eyelashes that betrayed his flirtatious youthfulness, the latter with a shy bashfulness that you found hard to refuse. In the end, you sang more than you meant to, though Thorin was always mindful of his dwarves’ requests. He would quell the requests that would tax you the most, smiling in that close-lipped way of his as you nodded your silent thanks. Some days he would not let you sing at all, to your bafflement.

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I Wouldn’t Even Stop for Red Lights

(A Captain Swan AU based on the West Wing episodes In The Shadow of Two Gunmen I & II)

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Emma felt like she was floating half a foot off the ground as they made their way out of the museum. At the front of the pack, Mary Margaret cracked jokes with Leroy, clearly feeling at least as good as Emma did.

Emma glanced around at her colleagues. Zelena was laughing at something that Elsa had just said, and even quiet, thoughtful Belle had a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Jasmine put a hand on Emma’s shoulder and grinned.

“She did great tonight,” Jasmine said gesturing at Mary Margaret, and Emma nodded.

Out the front door she took a deep breath of the cool, evening air. It wasn’t any quieter outside than it had been inside- all along the path to their cars, people shouted and waved from a roped-off area, hoping to touch the closest thing to royalty that America has.

Mary Margaret had told them all that she didn’t want to speak to people on the rope line tonight- she wanted to go straight home and watch a romantic comedy that was showing on cable that night, never mind that she owned it on DVD.

“It’s what normal people do, Emma,” she had said as Emma had held her jacket for her friend. “Normal people watch whatever comes on TV in the evening and have a glass of wine, and that’s what I’m doing tonight. No rope lines.”

“No, Madam President,” Emma had said, sharing a look with Leroy and Mrs. Lucas, both of whom were standing in the doorway of the Oval Office, carefully hiding their smiles.

Mary Margaret Blanchard-Nolan couldn’t resist a rope line, and they all knew it, so it came as no surprise when she altered her course, like a magnet pulled in the direction of the screaming throng. Mulan and Merida, the two secret service agents assigned to her for the evening, didn’t falter in their step as they followed her.

Emma grinned at Zelena, who was laughing at the president, now shaking hands with what appeared to be half of the junior class from George Washington University- the female half. The first female president of the United States had a strong rapport with women.

“Didn’t she want to watch Notting Hill or some such?” Zelena asked, stepping up beside Emma.

“I’m sure TNT will show it again soon,” Emma said. “No need to hurry her along.”

It had been months since they’d felt this good. Maybe years. Not since the night that Mary Margaret had won the presidency and they’d begun the horrible, grueling, soul-destroying process of actually running the country. Their team was back to where they belonged- returning hope to a country torn apart by partisanship and scandal, and tonight had been a ringing refresher of what the United States had voted for just eighteen months before.

Zelena moved off to speak to someone, and Emma pulled her phone from her pocket to see if her assistant, Killian, had called. He would do, if something important had come up.

It wasn’t like the movies- a burst of noise and light and screaming and pain. There was no sound, no light, not even pain. The only way that Emma realized that anything had happened to her was because she found, without realizing it, that she was on the ground, when she hadn’t been before.

Her eyes searched the kaleidoscope of color and movement that was the crowd, trying to find the President, to assure herself that she was alright, but her eyes found nothing recognizable, and closed after a long minute.

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A Purrfect Evening

I’m partaking in Marichat May again! Hurrah!! I have some kind of commitment to my work <33

The prompt was Sin II, except I haven’t done a Sin I… like, ever… so uMM

This was inspired a bit by my own comic if you want to see my bad doodles

A Purrfect Evening - a Marichat sin fic feat. puns (1748 words)

Warnings: descriptive kissing scene and implicit sexual content

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anonymous asked:

you smell nice starco

Strawberries. All he could smell was the ripeness of her shampoo, inhaling the mounds of golden tresses his face was buried in. If she were any closer to him, their bodies would have fused together, her legs wound around his torso as he cradled her in his lap. The uncomfortable apartment bed felt like a cloud beneath them, soft and inviting, like a tempting finger beckoning.

“You smell nice,” she sighed, her warm breath cascading into the nape of his neck, the faint scent of cinnamon filling her nostrils. Her fingers traveled up to seize a handful of his hair as her other hand played with the fabric of his t-shirt. She’d hugged him countless times over the years, embraced him and never let go for what would feel like ages. But this was truly the most intimate they had ever been physically. Like the world around them was shrinking and the only way they could survive was if they practically melded themselves together.

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"Y/n, stop." At the sound of his voice she froze, back still to him and hand wrapped around the door handle. After a moment she vaguely began to mumble, "I have to-" "No you don't." She sighed and let her hand drop to her side, swivelling her body to face him, her eyes doing anything to avoid his. "I'm worried about you." He stated seriously, "You don't reply to texts, you go out of your way to avoid us, you don't care about the pack - hell, you don't even care about yourself anymore!"

“Because I’m too busy worrying about all of you!” She fired back at Scott, eyes meeting his, both sets wide at her explosion. Her shout echoed around the empty loft, the two of them the only ones remaining after an emergency pack meeting which resulted in everyone going off to complete their own part of the mission.

She started to address him, using her index finger on her right hand to point to a new finger on her left hand for each point. “I don’t reply to texts? Ever think that you aren’t the only one texting me? Or Stiles, Derek, Isaac, Kira, Liam, Malia, Lydia- Hell, even Parrish now. And sometimes the Sheriff!”

“The Sheriff?” Scott asked, his face scrunched in confusion.

“Yes!” She said exasperatedly. “The Sheriff. Because he wants to make sure you guys are all okay,” she leaned in for emphasis, “when you don’t reply to his texts.”

Scott said nothing, so she leaned back, pointing to a second finger. “I do not go out of my way to avoid the pack- if anything, you guys go out of your way to not include me,” she pointed to herself, putting emphasis on the word. “Maybe it’s because I’m human, but, oh wait! We have those already. Plus, now I’m a werewolf, so that rules that out. Maybe I’m a terrible fighter, and people just don’t want to tell me.”

“That’s not-”

She didn’t let him finish, moving on to the third finger. “As I said before, yes I do care about the pack! Apparently a little too much!” Her voice was rising, and she felt the tickle in her throat that meant tears were brewing. Hooking her finger over the opposite pinky in reference to her last point, she swallowed roughly to make sure the words came out.

“And maybe you’re right. Maybe I ‘don’t care about myself anymore’ to a degree,” she airquoted around his words, resuming her pointing immediately, “but that is it. A degree. Why would I fight like hell to make sure the people I love get to see another day, and I get to stand right there beside them and say, ‘We made it’ if I didn’t care about them or myself? Is that selfish?” She choked a little bit, feeling the tears brimming in her eyes. “Because I think that is selfish, in a way. But then again, after everyone we have lost, you’d think that maybe you would see where I was coming from, Scott.”

She broke down crying, stepping further back into the loft, her back to Scott, until an ugly sounding sniff seemed to end it. Wiping her cheeks roughly with the sleeve of Stiles’ shirt she wore - he had lent it to her since hers got dirty earlier in the day when they stumbled upon the new bad guy in town - she turned back to face Scott.

He stood in the same place, same position, the only difference was his face turned toward her, his eyes watching her carefully, his features soft. His arms hung limply by his sides, his jacket held in one hand that clutched and unclutched it repeatedly, almost nervously.

“So I guess,” she cracked, tossing her arms out wide before letting them fall back to her sides, “I guess I’m trying to say…. All that to say I’m sorry, and, um,” she looked away to the wall behind him for a moment, looking for the right words, taking a shuddering breath before she looked back to him with a small, sad smile. “Thanks for noticing.”

Suddenly the wind was knocked out of her, and she was surrounded with strong arms. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed when she recognized the smell of Scott, burying her face deeper into his chest.

“Don’t say you’re sorry,” she heard him say, his voice muffled into her hair and broken with emotion. “You have nothing to be sorry about. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I made a problem where there wasn’t one, and I don’t know why.”

“I do.” Her voice was small, and she turned her face to the side so she could rest her cheek over his heart.

“Then tell me.” His voice carried a smile along with a bit of playful sarcasm, and it made her smile gently.

“We’re all a little broken, Scott.” Pulling away just enough to look in his eyes, she continued. “We all want to fix, want to help with what’s broken in the things and people we love. It’s only human.” She put both hands on his chest, looking at the stark contrast between his shirt and the bold pattern of Stiles’ flannel as she continued. “But we’re not human. We have special abilities that save lives on a daily basis, and that only makes it harder when we can’t help, for whatever reason.”

She shrugged softly, looking back up into his eyes, seeing the faintest smile on his face. “We have heightened everything, and it’s awesome, but, it also makes the hard things so much harder. Sometimes we just have to accept that we can’t fix everything.”

“And what do we do from there?” Scott asked after a moment, looking into her eyes as if searching for the answer.

“We keep going.”

Let’s do that 5 sentence meme!

worries ~ zach herron

warning: mentions anxiety

dude what i’m about to write about is basically what i was just thinking about and i’m still very shook by it omg

i picked up my phone that was previously resting on my thigh as i sat straight up with my legs crossed, staring at nothing. i opened my imessage app and clicked on zach’s name before typing a short message to him. 

‘i need you. come over please’

i tossed my phone to the end of the bed before resuming my position of sitting up straight and staring at the wall as millions of thoughts and possibilities ran through my head. my phone dinged more times than i could count, and no matter how many times it did, i chose to ignore it. 

“y/n! baby!” i heard zach call throughout my house, finally snapping me out of the trance i was in but not entirely. i stared at my bedroom door without responding to his calls that bounced off of the empty walls of my house. 

“y/n,” he sighed in relief once he finally saw me sitting on my bed. “why didn’t you answer me? are you okay?” he asked as he walked towards me, worry evident on his face. i stared at him with a stone cold expression before slowly shaking my head as a stray tear fell down my cheek. i didn’t even realize that i was crying until i tasted the saltiness of the tear hit my lips. 

“oh no, baby. you aren’t okay,” zach said hurriedly before rushing over to my side. “and it’s okay to not be okay,” he assured me, pulling me into a big hug. i wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly, scared that if i let go that he would disappear into thin air, so i just didn’t let go. 

this is what i love about zach. he is here for me as a shoulder to cry on, literally, and he doesn’t even have any idea as to what is going on in my brain. 

“did you know that i love you?” i whispered into his chest as i held him tighter. i felt his heart beat speed up. he was clearly taken aback bt my words since we had never shared those words with each other. 

“i do now,” he whispered back. “and i love you too.” i smiled as another tear slid down my cheek. zach pulled me up onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me  even tighter as he rocked back and forth a bit while running his fingers through my hair as he hummed softly, since he knew that his voice always calmed me down, no matter the circumstances. 

“you’re gonna die one day,” i mumbled, causing zach to pull away from the hug and hold me a little closer than arms length away. 

“what are you talking about?” he asked, clearly very confused at my sudden statement.

“we’re wasting our lives, zach!” i exclaimed, jumping up from the bed and pacing back and forth while biting my thumb nail. he stared up at me, waiting for me to continue my statement so he could get a better grasp on my thought process. “we don’t know when we are going to die. it could happen tonight! we aren’t spending enough time with the people we love and we are wasting it all on things that don’t even matter! if we don’t tell the people we love that we love them now, they’ll never know. you have to tell them as soon as you feel it! so many people are wasting their lives away, not appreciating the world, themselves, or the people around them. it’s dumb!” i rambled on and on, basically talking to myself at this point but zach was still hanging on to every word. 

“oh my god, what if i die tonight?” i gasped suddenly. “holy shit, i have to call my mom and my dad and my grandparents and my brother and alison and-” i rambled, looking for my phone in the comforter of my bed. 

“you’re not going to die tonight, baby girl. i promise you. stop worrying,” zach informed me, placing his hands on the sides of my neck with his thumbs just above my jawline, forcing me to make eye contact with the man of my dreams. “wanna know what else i can promise you?” he asked rhetorically. “that all of the people you listed already know that you love them. so just take a deep breath and lay down with me, alright?” he suggested, taking his hands off my face and lying down in my bed before patting the spot next to him. 

“if it would make you feel better, i can stay the night,” he whispered into my hair after we had our limbs all tangled together, clinging onto each other like our lives depended on it. 

“please, don’t ever leave,” i mumbled just before i fell alseep

a/n: this made me emo

anonymous asked:

Errr so geekycomtv called you out in a post saying some bad stuff about you (he? changed his username and its under the same name that I previously mentioned; it's under "About the Copyright Drama). Man, I'm sorry that these kind of people attack you and the other fanartists. You guys don't deserve this kind of treatment from them. You guys should be profiting from the art you create, not them. Once again, I'm sorry you guys have to go through this, but I admire how strong you guys are (Part 1)


yea someone pointed it out to me the other day xD i’m not really bothered by it since he’s proven time and time again he has no idea what he’s talking about 8D [he also managed to compliment me in the notes of the post by saying i was 21 hahaha…i’m glad i pass as that young :P] 

and thanks! i think one of the best things about this fandom is how we all stick together and support one another when the jerks descend lol. but it’s also the saddest thing, because so many people are leaving the fandom thanks to art theft and jerks like this… it’s worse when the thieves are entirely unapologetic about it. i’m not sure they understand the impact it has to be used and mistreated that way ._. the lack of remorse really troubling. i wouldn’t want to know those people in real life lol

weekend is over so gonna catch up on my other asks in one go here lol

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Don't You Dare

Prompt: Dating Obi Wan and being a mother figure to Anakin. You become incredibly concerned when you see/hear what happened on one of their missions. Reader is also a non Jedi. She does fight though.

Y/N glanced up to see Obi-Wan and Anakin had been separated. Her heart rate increased when she noticed her Jedi boyfriend was slowly being boxed in. Growling, she started sprinting toward him. With a battle cry, she cracked her electro-whip. She trapped three assailants and shocked them. Obi-Wan momentarily stopped, smirking when he saw Y/N kicking ass. He resumed his own attacks as Y/N moved on as well.

It wasn’t long until the circle that had surrounded Obi-Wan was gone. Allowing herself to show her worry, Y/N rushed over to the Jedi. She jumped into his embrace, closing her eyes. She pecked his cheek and stroked his hair.

“Are you alright?” she asked.
He nodded and smirked. “I couldn’t help but notice your incredible form.”
“What can I say?” she teased before glancing around. “Where’s Anakin?”
Obi-Wan became serious. “He was right behind me.”

A loud scream brought both of their attention to another huddle of enemies. Y/N’s blood began to boil as she recognized the voice to be Anakin’s. She set her jaw and hurried forward, Obi-Wan in tow.

The two of them fought those that they could. Y/N threw many to the ground with her electro-whip. Sensing the disruption, the huddle began to focus on the pair. Just like the one before, the pair worked through them quickly.

“Stop!” a voice boomed.

Obi-Wan and Y/N turned to face the leader as the other soldiers halted. The leader was holding Anakin with a blaster to his head. Blood was dripping from the younger Jedi’s head. Y/N turned to look at Obi-Wan. Her eyes widened when a soldier pulled his lightsaber away and kept him in a hold. Y/N made a move toward him.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the leader hollered.
Y/N halted, her stony glare turning toward him. “Let them go.”
The leader laughed. “You must first agree to leave us alone. Then I shall release your friends.”
“Don’t, Y/N, he’s ly-” Anakin tried calling before his mouth was covered.
She tightened her grip. Her eyes narrowed even further.
“And if you don’t, I shall…dispose of them.”
“Don’t you dare,” she threatened.
Anakin said he can manage to duck, Obi-Wan spoke into her mind.
Y/N flicked her eyes to Obi-Wan’s earnest ones. Neither wanted Anakin to get hurt, but they weren’t in the best of positions. With a deep breath, Y/N took a step forward. Her cold glare remained on the leader.
“Fine. We’ll leave you alone.”
“Good,” the leader replied smugly.

Before he could get another word out, Y/N shot her whip toward the leader. Anakin just barely dodged the electrical weapon, dropping to his knees. Y/N yanked her weapon, pulling the leader along with it all the way to the ground. Quickly, she released him and turned to free Obi-Wan. Not but a moment later, she round up those closest to her, including their leader, and shocked them. This caused the rest of them to scatter. When they were gone, Y/N retracted her whip and raced over to Anakin; he was still kneeling on the ground.

“Ani,” she breathed with relief, “Are you alright?”
He laughed as she began to check for more wounds. “I’m fine, Y/N.”
“Let me look at your face,” she paused while examining him, “You might need to head to Medbay with this one. Can you walk?”
“It was my face, not my legs.”
“What were you thinking?” Obi-Wan’s voice piped in, “I told you not to separate.”
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“Do you realize how horrible that could’ve gone?” Y/N continued, her worry bubbling over, “You could’ve been in serious trouble! What if Obi or I couldn’t get to you in time? What then? We could’ve lost you, Anakin!”
He lowered his head slightly. A small tear slipped out. “I said I was sorry.”

Y/N’s expression softened as she pulled the Jedi in for a hug. The boy curled his head into her shoulder while returning the hug. The young woman stroked Anakin’s hair in order to soothe him. Obi-Wan looked on with a slightly forlorn expression before placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“We just want you to be safe, Ani,” Y/N cooed, “You two are all the family I have.”
Anakin nodded and sniffed. “I know. Me too.”
Y/N placed a soft kiss on his head. “Now, come on. We should get you two back to Coruscant.”

The pair stood up, Obi-Wan slinging Anakin’s arm over his shoulders. He thought to protest until he noticed Y/N watching him carefully. The woman smiled softly before moving to Obi-Wan’s other side. She placed a soft, chaste kiss on his cheek.

“I’m glad you’re safe too,” she whispered.
He smirked before pecking her lips. “We’re still a family for another day.”
“You two couldn’t wait, could you?” Anakin whined slightly with a smirk.

The couple chuckled as they continued to walk back toward their ship. Y/N smiled at the two most important people in her life. She knew she’d still have to keep an eye on them.

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celepom  asked:

More "Protection" series! Bessie using the power of Gossip to get the jerks blacklisted or otherwise ruin their lives. And the Mayor reaching out with an olive branch and an opportunity for them not to be jerks and well...if they reject it, The Mayor Does What He Wants *plays saxaphone off*

If you wanna catch up on the Protective Series, they’re all here on ao3! This one should be there soon too.

I’m glad YOU had an idea of how I could include these two. Thanks for this! Bessie is seriously underrated.

Bonus: The jerks have names! Hopefully that makes things less confusing XD

(also there is a readmore, just an fyi. You’ll thank me later, this got LONG)

It was late at night when Milford Meanswell let himself into Bessie Busybody’s house.

“Bessie? Are you here?” Milford called. He heard her voice in the kitchen and wandered in. She was sitting at the table, talking into the phone and playing with the cord. In front of her was a pad of paper and a pen.

“Margret, if you could pull that off, it would be divine!” She was saying. Milford tried to get her attention but she waved him off impatiently, “Tell everyone you know! We’re boycotting the paper until they do something about him! … Oh don’t you worry about that. I’m sure I’ll find something. … Good night, dear. Thanks again.” 

Bessie hung up and turned to Milford, “You’ll never guess what I’ve been up to!” she said excitedly.

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anonymous asked:

Sorry, I'm feeling really down, and whenever you have the time, could you please write Dazai with an S/O that doesn't really feel like a person? They just feel so empty inside with the rare emotion sadness coming and going, and they feel scared that they can't connect with anyone because they don't even know how to try and begin to.

((I did my best with this, and I hope it helps to cheer you up a bit. If ever you need someone to talk to, my doors are open.))

There it was again, the sad look that occasionally crossed your face. Just barely there, but there nonetheless. Others may not notice it, but Dazai definitely did.

You two were on a walk when he noticed the slight shift in your expression. Upon taking notice he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as he walked and making numerous jokes in an attempt to see if it would go away, but it was all to no avail. And while he had decided it was best to put off asking, as it could make you uncomfortable…..

“Say, (Y/N),” he said, looking down at you with a bright smile. How was it that he managed to be so happy all the time? “I’m going to ask you something, you don’t have to answer me if you don’t want to but…”

His voice grew slightly more serious as he spoke, and when you looked at him again you found he was no longer smiling but instead looking at you with a somewhat puzzled expression you couldn’t decipher. “(Y/N), why are you sad?”

“W-what do you mean?” You stammered, surprised by the question. You werent quite sure what you had expected him to ask, but that wasn’t it. “I’m…I’m not.”

“Like I said, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he said, smile back. “But if you ever do want to, I’ll listen.”

You two walked quietly for a bit before you finally decided to speak again. “Is it that obvious?”

“You know,” you shrugged.

“Not really,” he responded sincerely.

“Then how did you notice?”

“Because I know that expression all too well,” was his only reply.

You two resumed back into silence, but you knew well he was just waiting for you to open up more.

“It’s…hard to explain,” you finally began, wringing your hands nervously. “It’s just, I can’t…I can’t connect with anyone. I try but I can’t, I don’t know how. It all just…I just feel so…empty.”

It was hard getting the words out and explaining while ignoring the burn behind your eyes, instantly regretting having spoken.

“I understand,” Dazai said, to your surprise. “I used to feel that way quite often. I still do at times.”

You could tell by the expression on his face he was being sincere. “The reason I had joined the mafia was to try and get rid of that emptiness, afterall…”

“Did it work?”

“No, but I did meet someone there who helped a bit,” he answered, once again an unreadable expression crossing his face. “The feeling never went away entirely, but I guess you could say I became less apathetic. I learned to understand those around me.”

He stopped walked for a moment, turning you around to face him. “As much as I’d like to, I can’t just snap my fingers and suddenly fix everything up, I cant. As a matter a fact, I can’t fix it at all. But I can stay by your side to pick you up when you fall, and to at least try and guide you. And I promise I’ll do just that, alright?”

You nodded, and as soon as you did Dazai’s smile returned, his arm around your shoulder once again. “How about we go prank Kunikada? That always cheers me up when I’m upset.”

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Remember Me - Cody & Obi-Wan (post order 66 or deaged Obi-Wan)

Originally posted by viccessszindi

Playing fast and loose with canon because I do what I want.
Written for this meme

Objectively, Ben knows that you are supposed to have memories, even blurry, of your early life. He knows this.
But for him, anything before he joined the Imperial Academy at eight is blank. Nothing here.
His first memory is of the Academy large doors.


Ben learns quickly not to trust anyone. His teachers are mostly sadists or spiteful beings, the others students all dream of being Inquisitors or even one of the rumored Hands and don’t hesitate to literally stab each other, the watchers, mostly stormtroopers, will never, ever help them.

However, you don’t survive long without alliance either. Ben makes contacts, temporary alliances and even more fleeting ‘friends’ and learns to sleep with one eye open.

Despite his best effort, though, something tells him there are two beings he can trust.
The first one is Mara. She’s younger, vicious, and as trusting as a beaten cat. But once he managed to approach her…
He had no idea loyalty was something that existed inside the Academy.

The other one is, to his utter bafflement, a stormtrooper. He has no idea what the Force (because that’s what the little voice must be, he knows this) is on about with that, they never talked, they never even interacted, he can’t even begin to understand how he knows it’s this trooper watching them and not another of the hundreds of soldiers that come and go.
But listening to the Force hasn’t led him astray, yet. So. Mara, and a random trooper.

That is more than most of them have.


As soon as Ben understands what the teachers plan to do with those that trust each other, why they were subtly, covertly, encouraged to form at least one true alliance, Mara and him get in the worst fight of their young lives.
She gives him a long scar across his left eye, narrowly missing gouging it out while she tried to plunge a stylus into his brain.
He gives her three deep scars across her throat, avoiding the jugular only because a trooper – the trooper – pulled him off Mara just in time.

At least, that’s what it looks like.
Better estranged and safe from the death matches, than pitted against each other to kill any strong attachment they may have.

If they talk at all after that, it’s only when they are absolutely certain that there isn’t a single soul or device able to see or hear them. And even those encounters are short.
They are also only possible at all because the trooper is helping them. He keeps silent but turns his head the other way or signals them when the coast is clear.
Mara doesn’t trust him, but Ben knows he can.


Darth Vader doesn’t come to the Acadamy that often but, when he does…
Well, let’s say that Ben is pretty sure the Sith is totally bipolar.
Sometimes, he can feel the man’s gaze upon him, greed and longing sickeningly mixing into the Force, and the Sith will offer him praise, fighting tips, lightsaber training.
Other times, the Emperor’s right hand will take great pleasure in utterly humiliating him in front of his peers and leave him bruised and bloody on the floor.

Ben doesn’t know if the Sith wants him as his apprentice or wants to kill him with his bare hands.
He doesn’t plan on staying around to find out.


Fleeing the Academy on his own would have been impossible.
Fleeing the Academy with Mara playing diversion would still have been pretty infeasible.
Fleeing the Academy with Mara playing diversion and the trooper alongside him, opening locked doors and using secret corridors that Ben never found even during all his explorations…

It’s not easy, they are almost made a dozen of times, but almost is all that they need and they make it.

Soon, they are far from Coruscant, in a small ship bound for the Outer Rim, safe in hyperspace.
At fourteen years old, Ben is free for the first time in his life, free from the black taint of the Dark Side of the Force which was never is calling, which he knew wasn’t right.
The reality of the situation gets to him like a punch in the gut and he collapses in the trooper’s arms.

When the noise stop rigging in his ears, Ben is lying in the man’s lap, bare fingers stroking his short, red hair and hesitantly tracing the scar across his eye.
The trooper has removed his helmet and Ben can see his face for the first time. Tanned skin, harsh lines, black hair with white stripes at the temples… a large scar around his eye, too.

« I’m Cody. Do you remember me, Gen… Obi-Wan ? » the man asks, like the question has been burning his lips for years.

There is a whole story behind that question, behind that name that is not his but feels right, and Ben will get to the bottom of it, learn what he has apparently forgotten.

« No, » he answers and watches as the man’s – Cody’s – eyes darken with grief and anger. « But I don’t need to. I trust you. »

Ben (Obi-Wan ?) closes his eyes and hums softly as Cody’s fingers resume their soft stroking through his hair.
He’s safe. Memories can come back later.

signs as shit from the secret history
  • Aries: 'A week or two before the paper was due, he had started showing up in my room about two or three in the morning, looking as if he had just narrowly escaped some natural disaster, his tie askew and his eyes wild and rolling. “Hello, hello,” he would say, stepping in, running both hands through his disordered hair. “Hope I didn’t wake you, don’t mind if I cut on the lights, do you, ah, here we go, yes, yes.…” He would turn on the lights and then pace back and forth for a while without taking off his coat, hands clasped behind his back, shaking his head. Finally he would stop dead in his tracks and say, with a desperate look in his eye, “Metahemeralism. Tell me about it. Everything you know. I gotta know something about metahemeralism.”
  • “I’m sorry. I don’t know what that is.”
  • “I don’t either,” Bunny would say brokenly. “Got to do with art or pastoralism or something. That’s how I gotta tie together John Donne and Isaac Walton, see.” He would resume pacing.
  • “Bunny, I don’t think ‘metahemeralism’ is even a word.”'
  • Taurus: 'Late that night—two a.m.—my house chairperson pounded on my door and yelled that I had a phone call. Dazed with sleep, I put on my bathrobe and stumbled downstairs. It was Francis. “What do you want?” I said.
  • “Richard, I’m having a heart attack.” I looked with one eye at my house chairperson —Veronica, Valerie, I forget her name —who was standing by the phone with her arms folded over her chest, head to one side in an attitude of concern. I turned my back. “You’re all right,” I said into the receiver. “Go back to sleep.”
  • “Listen to me.” His voice was panicky. “I’m having a heart attack. I think I’m going to die.”
  • “No you’re not.”
  • “I have all the symptoms. Pain in the left arm. Tightness in chest. Difficulty breathing.”
  • “What do you want me to do?”
  • “I want you to come over here and drive me to the hospital.”
  • “Why don’t you call the ambulance?” I was so sleepy my eyes kept closing.
  • “Because I’m scared of the ambulance,” said Francis, but I couldn’t hear the rest because Veronica, whose ears had pricked up at the word ambulance, broke in excitedly.
  • “If you need a paramedic, the guys up at the security booth know CPR,” she said eagerly. “They’re on call from midnight to six. They also run a van service to the hospital. If you want me to I’ll—”
  • “I don’t need a paramedic,” I said. Francis was repeating my name frantically at the other end.
  • “Here I am,” I said.
  • “Richard?” His voice was weak and breathy. “Who are you talking to? What’s wrong?”
  • “Nothing. Now listen to me—”
  • “Who said something about paramedic?”
  • “Nobody. Now listen. Listen,” I said, as he tried to talk over me. “Calm down. Tell me what’s wrong.”
  • “I want you to come over. I feel really bad. I think my heart just stopped beating for a moment. I—”
  • “Are drugs involved?” said Veronica in a confidential tone.
  • “Look,” I said to her, “I wish you’d be quiet and let me hear what this person is trying to say.”
  • “Richard?” said Francis. “Will you just come get me?Please?”
  • There was a brief silence.
  • “All right,” I said, “give me a few minutes,” and I hung up the phone.'
  • Gemini: 'Access to the snail's interior was gained by a child-sized tunnel.[...] From this tunnel, I was extremely startled to see protruding a pair of adult male feet, shod in some oddly familiar brown-and-white spectator shoes. I caught and shook a bony kneecap. 'Charles.'
  • He began to flounder wildly, as if he had waked to find himself in ten feet of water. At length, and after repeated assurances that I was who I said I was, he fell on his back again, breathing hard.
  • 'Richard,' he said thickly. 'Thank God. I though you were some kind of creature from space.''
  • Cancer: '"Richard old Man
  • are you Frozen? it is quite warm here. We live in a Penscione (sp.) I ordered Conche by mistake yesterday in a restaurant it was awful but Henry ate it. Everybody here is a damn Catholic."'(Bunny's letter)
  • Leo: The barmaid- in her fifties, with turquoise eye shadow and lots of turquoise rings to match- looked us over, our suits and ties. She seemed startled by Charles's order of two double whiskeys and a club sandwich. [...] When his sandwich came he picked it apart, ate the bacon and left the rest, while I drank my drink and watched the Lakers.
  • Virgo: ''Now,' he said. 'A single cap, roughly this size, of A. phalloides is enough to make a healthy seventy-pound dog quite ill. [...]'
  • 'Henry, how do you know this?'
  • He was silent for a moment. Then he said, 'Do you know those two horrible boxer dogs who belong to the couple who live upstairs?'
  • It was dreadful but I had to laugh, I couldn't help it. 'No' I said. 'You didn't.'
  • 'I’m afraid I did,'he said dryly, mashing out his cigarette.'
  • Libra: ''The poison doesn't take effect for at least twelve hours,'he said. 'So even if I overdose I'll have a certain advantage, a grace period. With an antidote on hand for myself, just in case...'
  • 'An antidote?' I said, jarred, leaning back in my chair. 'Is there such a thing?'
  • 'Atropine. It's in deadly nightshade.'
  • 'Well, Jesus, Henry. If you don't finish yourself off with one you will with the other.''
  • Scorpio: 'We went through a brief spate of target practice, shooting at mason jars that were lined on a wicker tea-table we'd dragged into the yard. But that came to a quick end when Henry, who was very nearsighted, shot and killed a duck by mistake. He was quite shaken by it and we put the pistol away.'
  • Sagittarius: 'The guard turned quickly, and somehow his gaze landed not on Henry but on Francis, who was standing staring into space. "So it's you, is it?" he said with venom. "Mr Off-Campus who thinks he can park in the faculty parking lot."
  • Francis started, a wild look in his eye.
  • "Yes, you. You know how many unpaid violations you're carrying? Nine. I turned your registration in to the Dean just last week. They can put you on probation, hold your transcripts, what have you. Suspend your library priveledges. If it was up to me they'd put you in jail."
  • Francis gaped at him. Henry caught him by the sleeve and pulled him away. [...]
  • "Why the hell haven't you paid those parking tickets?" Henry whispered to him.
  • "Leave me alone."'
  • Capricorn: 'What I did experience when alone was a sort of general neurotic horror, a common attack of nerves and self-loathing magnified to the power of ten. Every cruel or fatuous thing I’d ever said came back to me with an amplified clarity, no matter how I talked to myself or jerked my head to shake the thoughts away; old insults and guilts and embarrassments stretching clear back to childhood—the crippled boy I’d made fun of, the Easter chick I’d squeezed to death—paraded before me one by one, in vivid and mordant splendor.'
  • Aquarius: '"Well, if you wake up intending to murder someone at two o'clock, you hardly think what you're going to feed the corpse for dinner."
  • "Asparagus is in season," said Francis helpfully.'
  • Pisces: 'Once, over dinner, Henry was quite startled to learn from me that men had walked on the moon. 'No,' he said, putting down his fork. 'Its true,' chorused the rest, who had somehow managed to pick this up along the way. "I don't believe it."
  • “I saw it,” said Bunny. “It was on television."
  • 'How did they get there? When did this happen?'

liberty-flight  asked:

Quiet me, Rebecca comforting Riza academy years? :D

Eeeee yes! Thank you so much~ <3

Rebecca Catalina had a good eye for people. Not just in befriending them, but in learning about them too. Their behaviors, their mannerisms. The way they would carry themselves. All of them were cues that Rebecca prided herself in picking up on. So when she first met her roommate Riza Hawkeye, she was instantly drawn to her.

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